Page 22 of Up In Flames

Oren

W ill was an easy man to read, at least he was for me.

I could see the panic in his eyes when he talked about us being out in public together.

A large part of me wished I’d discovered my bisexuality sooner so then maybe I could have known what it felt like to be in the closet.

I could have helped him through it better, perhaps, if I’d also been there.

But by the time I realized I was also into men, I was a full-grown man, out of law school, with nothing to lose by letting the world know what—who—I liked.

“It’s okay if we mostly hang out alone, you know,” I whispered in his ear then leaned back. His gaze followed my hand as it slid down my chest. His breath hitched when I squeezed my cock through my pants, highlighting how hard I was for him.

Maybe I wasn’t into men. Maybe it was Will. That was a train of thought to be looked at later when my brain had more blood flow and I could think straight.

“I can’t do this if we’re in public.” Stroking myself through my pants, I spread my legs wider.

He stared at my hand as if he’d never seen another man touch himself, but I looked at his face.

At the hunger in his expression. The parted lips and gentle way his tongue ran along his lower lip. I wanted that tongue on me. That mouth.

I reached for my fly, but Will surged forward, his mouth slanted over mine, his hand, bigger and stronger than mine, gripping my hands.

I pulled them away and slid my fingers into his hair instead, holding him still so I could kiss him deeper.

Our tongues battled, and he fumbled with my fly until he finally had success.

All at once he pulled back. He stared at me like he was in a daze and trying to come out of it so he could think. Or overthink, which was more likely.

“In public you can’t stick your hands down my pants and jerk me off.”

“Oren—” He licked his lips. It looked like his entire body was vibrating on an atomic level.

“In public you can’t carry me to your bed and fuck me senseless.”

Something in Will’s control snapped and he was on me again. This time his powerful arms snaked around me, and he hoisted me out of the chair like I weighed nothing. My world tilted upside so fast I felt like I was on a carnival ride, and then I was over his shoulder.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, staring at Will’s ass as he strode through his apartment to his bedroom. My world tilted again when he put me on the bed. I lay there like a starfish for half a second until lust returned full force, making my dick throb.

Will pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his broad, slightly furry chest. The sight of him, half-naked, dick straining at his zipper, made my mouth water.

“What else can’t I do in public?”

The question came in tandem with him undoing his fly. I’d never watched something so mundane, so everyday, become the most extraordinarily sexy thing. But he made unzipping his pants look like something miraculous and obscene.

“Put my cock in your mouth.” My brain was losing the battle and swiftly switching off. All its power was currently being funneled into not grabbing my dick and jerking myself to completion in two point two seconds.

“Is that all? Seems like the list should be longer. Can I be naked in public?”

I shook my head. “Definitely not. Probably get arrested.”

He smirked at me. “That’s not my kink.”

I lay there, unable to move or think as Will stripped his pants and underwear off.

His cock jutted out from his body, hard and leaking.

Tip flushed red. He reached for himself, wrapping his hand around his shaft.

I watched him stroke it slowly, just a few times.

Then he was kneeling on the bed, gently working my jeans down my legs.

Maybe he knew that I was in over my head but wanted him to be the one to save me. My bravado could only get me so far. Internet research—mostly watching a ton of porn—could only teach me so much. The rest was up to me to learn.

Will undressed me, then climbed into bed next to me, tugged me into his arms, sank his hand into my hair and kissed the breath out of me.

I touched him where I could, somewhat mindless at this point.

I’d meant to make him feel better about his need to see me in private, but it was the perfect opening to ask for what I wanted.

I’d dreamed of him on me and in me so often it had turned into a craving.

Something not dark, but needful. Insistent. Hungry.

Will devoured me. Licked his way into my mouth, tangled our tongues together, then all at once I had oxygen and his mouth on my neck. The hollow of my throat. The slope of my collarbone. His hands mapped my skin like I was a treasure.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I didn’t have to tell him that. I might know how to get my dick sucked, but I didn’t know how to get fucked. My body wanted it. I wanted it. Needed it.

Will’s mouth found my nipple and the sensation was shockingly hot. My cock twitched and an ache low in my stomach tugged at my balls.

“I played with my ass in the shower, thinking of you.”

He scraped his teeth over my nipple, pulling a surprised yelp out of me.

“Did you like it?” he asked as his hand slid up my leg, avoiding my cock, pressing against my hip instead, pushing me onto my back instead of on my side.

“I’d like it better if you did it.”

He was kissing me again. Deeper and hungrier with a little growl that I doubted happened much. He didn’t seem like the growly kind of person. But I liked that he’d let that tiny feral part of him slip out, even if he reined it in just as quickly.

He kissed the corner of my mouth then disappeared for a second. The mattress dipped as he stretched to the side of the bed and fumbled around in the nightstand for lube. A flash of light glinted off the shiny condom wrapper. My heart thrashed in my chest, wild with excitement.

He returned to me with soft kisses, gentle explorations of my body with his hand that still, frustratingly, would not touch my throbbing cock.

I loved the feel of his hands on me. He was strong, but safe.

Safe was a feeling that I hadn’t known I was missing until I was hit with the force of it.

My breath left me in a rush, and Will pulled back and looked at me, concern furrowing his brow.

“You okay? We can stop?—”

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I stared up at him, unable to say more because words wouldn’t come. Everything was too overwhelming to be articulated in this moment, so I looked him in the eyes and hoped he understood. He had to.

Will nodded and moved in, kissed me slow and sweet. Gently pressing his lips against mine, softly sliding his tongue between my lips to ease me open for him to slide inside. His hand smoothed down my body, applying gentle pressure. He kissed my chin, his hand on the inside of my leg.

“Open for me.”

I spread my legs for him and felt the way he smiled against my skin when I listened to him.

A thrill shot up my spine at how easy it was to please him.

At how easy it was to do what he wanted.

Of course it helped that it was also what I wanted, but it had made him happy.

Either because I listened so well or maybe because I hadn’t hesitated.

It didn’t matter which. Not when he was reaching for the lube, then kissing me again and putting his hand on me.

Will teased me with his touch, sliding his fingers behind my balls, across my taint, until he came to my hole. I held a breath, then let it out slowly as he swirled his fingers around my hole, slicking my skin with lube. Light pressure had me seeing stars.

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

The endearment wrapped itself around me like an embrace. Women called me babe or baby, sometimes honey or hun. I hated hun. But sweetheart—I definitely didn’t hate that. The idea of being Will’s sweetheart curled up in my heart and made itself at home.

I breathed and his finger slid inside me.

Everything was tight from the way I clenched around him to the way it felt like even my scalp clenched, squeezing the follicles of every hair on my head.

Will kissed me, likely as a distraction.

But it worked. It was hard to remain wound up when his mouth moved against mine in a languid dance of tongue and breath.

Gentle nips on my bottom lip, a quiet sigh when my body went limp and his finger slid in and out of me far easier.

Winding my arms around him, I let my hands wander. I loved how big he was. How broad and strong. I’d never been with someone stronger than me before. Someone who could pick me up and toss me onto a bed, and pin me down and—I gasped when Will slid a second finger inside me.

“Okay?” He whispered the question against my cheek.

He was clean-shaven, but I half wished he’d have left some stubble.

I craved the rough texture against my skin, like proof I’d been with him.

The ache that I was sure to feel in my ass later would have to do as a reminder of where I’d been.

Of the man I was with and what we’d done.

As if I could forget. There was no way that a single moment of this would ever leave my memory.

My mouth opened and all that came out was a low moan, pleasure surging through me as Will’s fingers stroked against that delicious bundle of nerves inside me.

“You’re so hot like this,” he said, kissing me again before I could ask like what?

My brain was overheating in my skull, melting down with every kiss, every stroke of his fingers inside me. My skin was too tight. My breaths not deep enough. I couldn’t stop moving, squirming under his touch because it was both too much and not enough.

“Will—please.” My chest heaved as I gulped in a breath of air.

“Shhh. I got you.” He pulled his fingers out. I didn’t expect to feel so empty, so deflated. Like his touch was the thing making me larger than life, bigger than my body could hold.

The condom wrapper crinkled, and I cracked my eyes open in time to see Will roll the condom onto his dick. God, he wasn’t huge, but he was bigger than a couple fingers. He glanced up at me and offered me a lopsided smile.

“We’ll go slow, and I’ll stop whenever you want.” As he spoke, he drizzled lube onto the condom and slicked it up.

“Which will be never.” I laughed, reaching for my dick to give it a couple tugs.

Fuck, he was hot as he moved to kneel between my spread legs.

I opened them wider for him, a silent invitation.

I’d beg if I had to. He had to know how wild I was for him, how desperately I needed him on me. Over me. Inside me.

“It might be easier if you roll over,” Will told me, but I was already shaking my head.

“I can’t kiss you that way.”